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Out of madness and time
Jun. 11th, 2016 04:31 pm“How strange.”
The door to her new cell had been open for — Be precise. If you don’t keep time, it will keep you. — four minutes and thirty-two seconds if this device Hatter only wished he could create told the time truthfully.
“Are you coming out, miss?” inquired a guard, one rather more polite than others of his species, it had to be said. After all, she had only just killed a man—unless she had been sedated for quite a long while—and he had cause to be uncivil.
“If I’m to be subjected to trepanning or bloodletting, I should think not,” she decided to reply. If he ran toward red and coppery, it would be best to know before he marked it in her skin.
“Neither of those practices are used on this station, miss. It’s quite safe to come out.”
“Am I still at Moorgate, then?” Curious. She wouldn’t have thought it to have holding cells. A worse thought struck her, provoking a chill of dread. Had Bumby survived? “I’d rather be a gaolbird than a prostitute, thank you very much.”
The man outside sighed and stepped into the light in front of the door.
“You’re no orderly!” Alice cried, quite distraught, to see a man dressed all in black, fitted far too close to his skin. Several gold rings glinted from the cartilage of his ear. “Stay back, brute! I’ll not be booty for the likes of you.”
The door to her new cell had been open for — Be precise. If you don’t keep time, it will keep you. — four minutes and thirty-two seconds if this device Hatter only wished he could create told the time truthfully.
“Are you coming out, miss?” inquired a guard, one rather more polite than others of his species, it had to be said. After all, she had only just killed a man—unless she had been sedated for quite a long while—and he had cause to be uncivil.
“If I’m to be subjected to trepanning or bloodletting, I should think not,” she decided to reply. If he ran toward red and coppery, it would be best to know before he marked it in her skin.
“Neither of those practices are used on this station, miss. It’s quite safe to come out.”
“Am I still at Moorgate, then?” Curious. She wouldn’t have thought it to have holding cells. A worse thought struck her, provoking a chill of dread. Had Bumby survived? “I’d rather be a gaolbird than a prostitute, thank you very much.”
The man outside sighed and stepped into the light in front of the door.
“You’re no orderly!” Alice cried, quite distraught, to see a man dressed all in black, fitted far too close to his skin. Several gold rings glinted from the cartilage of his ear. “Stay back, brute! I’ll not be booty for the likes of you.”
